Short Outlet Poems
Short Outlet Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Outlet by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Outlet by length and keyword.
Tanka
A lake within me
Night-full looks for an outlet
The mere is empty
Back to sleep dream of horses
Surviving in Serengeti
ladder
-------see
-----------live
---------------rolling
--------outlet
----difficult
step
-----who
---------will succed
I was always thinking too much
About good and evil and such
Fortunately sooner than later
I learned to put it down on paper...
its a outlet
you can bet
we need to get wet
get down
have it all around
i confess
its what needed
THE WORLD
AND BETTER SEX
Pink running rose
Red cardinal entered
Through non-kaleidoscopic view
Kitchen window offers
Outlet to world
My outlet
My sanctum
My place to be free
My mind
My paper
My place to be me
My pen
My thoughts
My mind is a sea
My world
My outlet
My place to be
Form:
Self-mutilation a crushing despair
Helpless rage, no solace anywhere
Inner directed emotional surge
Urgent outlet, implosive urge
With self-awareness to your own self be true
Project not unto others what's shameful in you
I'm someone who just wants to know
The status-quo
Of ev'rything
Da-ba-da-bing
Television, print, internet
Each news outlet
I seek the scoop
An endless loop
The truth is now harder to get
That I regret
Bias prevails
Through secret veils
Sometimes I feel electricity.
Anxiety.
Using my brain as an outlet for
It's cyclic nature.
A build up of feeling
and emotions
Like a cold compress placed on
my forehead,
And left there.
Watch me shake like I'm scared,
But I promise
I'm not.
I speak in tutored rhyme schemes
of a world etched in wild dreams
deep red hue as ample phrase
from my voice that worldly maze
Lyric torrent’s golden twang
versed in magic tone I sang
pouring heaven on a page
laced with bright notes to assuage
I'm so excited,
A place to write
Be myself, dedicated
A life so bright
So much to say
so little time
Ill go threw out the day
Rhyming in the meantime
But as for now I'll end with that
The start of a new beginning
My heart will chat
My soul will be singing
Many many words
and my poems have changed
I didn't think I would get this far
This is my relief
to keep me sane
hiding in hidden messages
I have an outlet to share to the world
and I don't feel unspoken
This amazing feeling
I have accomplishment!
and no one to tell it to
Let me start writing,
my poems again.
because it is my outlet,
and I have things to say.
I have been busy,
doing multiple things.
And the only free time,
I spend laying in bed.
Sometimes I wish,
I could go back in time.
Or forward the clock,
and move to real life.
Roadways and divided highways and destinations to encounter unexpectedly treading on thin ice. Headed
Into a dead-end no outlet to take unconsciously.
Directions were given were very diminutive and insecurities
entered to forms judgments of self doubt and vulnerability visited.
a scribble here
a scribble there
my pen randomly
drawing diagrams and
spelling out words
meaningless chatter
idle artwork
mindless spilling of
thought overflow
nervous tic
kinetic outreach
mental gymnastics
creative outlet
for pent-up energy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A family we are.
Your kind thoughts brought to me tears.
That's how so sweet, to me, you are.
It's also (obviously) a great outlet for emotions,
Ones usually too hard to share.
But my heart is well enriched,
To know my Super Soupers, how much you care.
God Bless You All
Tom
Roadways and divided highways, Destinations
to encounter unexpectedly treading on thin ice
Headed into a dead end no outlet to take
unconsciously. Directions were given was very diminutive! and insecurities that formed judgments of one's self doubt and vulnerability visited one's insecurities.
Sit awhile
Change your pace and lifestyle
Enjoy nature's bounty a moment
Discontent
Be gone, life's heaven-scent
Gift to be cherished, enjoy minutes
Cast fish-net
Toward slow moving sunset
Watch as sun slowly sets at outlet
Of the day
Enjoy each color_stay
Listen to harmony_night's quartet
This old man went to heaven in frail frame
With earthly waste bulged the belly became
Couldn’t long keep closed the outlet
Rushed to the astral toilet
Flushed water returned muck wherefrom it came.
October 19, 2021
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : The Throne In Heaven
Sponsor : Jack Webster
Do you remember when phones had a cord to the wall outlet?
Our son was about five years old.
We were in a hotel room and he wanted to call daddy.
He ran over to the phone and picked it up.
As he looked at me with a very puzzled look, he said it has no dial tone.
Yes, no dial tone because we are in a hotel room.
I love you
but words could never say that
infact I don't think
there's a a known outlet
that I can think of to let
you really know
what i said long ago
is true this isn't a game anymore
baby this is who we are
baby you will always have my heart
even when we are old or apart
the love I have is with you ALWAYS
IN YOUR HEART
My one ray of light
In my darkend world
I can write anything down
My emotions inspire me
An outlet for my emotions
Anger is my favorite muse
Anger drives my hand
It controls my words
Poetry
My world
My life
Natural talent for it
Never used to celebrate it
Now I embrace it
I love it
My emotions now have words.
Occasion to explore
Options not yet pursued
Or paths not trod before,
Opening for change based
On honest soul-searching,
Outlet for deferred dreams,
Oasis in dry land
April 5, 2021
entered in the Kim Merryman Pleaides O Contest placed 1st
April 8, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (April 9) contest---NA
To write poetry
Is to master an art
Where simple becomes artistic
Where ugly becomes beautiful
Where you give your thoughts
An appealing outlet
Poetry is like blood
Flowing in the nerves
Dripping from the tips of pen
onto paper
It is the words
that speak directly to heart
Poetry is a way to tell
to inspire
Without speaking...
My ROAD TRIP this weekend is much needed
My threshold for patience has been exceeded!
Staring at 4 walls at home alone is the worst!
I need a getaway or my brain will burst!
The love of my life was always there when I needed
Now that she’s in heaven I’m seriously impeded
I’m so glad poetry is my venting outlet
Otherwise I might often break out in a cold sweat!